Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Indonesia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Joe Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The J.B.'s,
Y Pants,
Parry Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mantronix,
The Raincoats,
Ludus,
Wally Richardson,
Hot Snakes,
Monolake,
Bill Wells,
Josef K,
Susan Cadogan,
Lungfish,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lyres,
June of 44,
Easy Going,
The Barracudas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Max Romeo,
Guru Guru,
The Moody Blues,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Gang of Four,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Angels of Light,
June Days,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television Personalities,
48th St. Collective,
Wire,
Swans,
Fear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unwound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marvin Gaye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Residents,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nas,
The Dirtbombs,
Underground Resistance,
Davy DMX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pylon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronan,
The Smoke,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.